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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.