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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.