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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.