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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.