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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.