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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.