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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.