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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.