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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.