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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.