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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.