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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.