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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.