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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.