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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.