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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Roxette,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.