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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Smog,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.