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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gong to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.