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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.