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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.