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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.