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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.