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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.