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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.