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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.