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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.