Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.