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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.