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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Parry Music 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.