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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.