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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Index,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.