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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.