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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Brick,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Fear,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.