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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.