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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.