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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.