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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.