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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.