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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.