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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.