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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.