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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.