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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.