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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.