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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
The Busters,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.