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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.