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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.