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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
the Association,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.