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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.