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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Wire to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.