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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Faust,
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The Fugs,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.