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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.