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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.