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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Can,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.