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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.