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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.