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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
the Swans,
MC5,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.