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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.