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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Hashim,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.