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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.