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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.