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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Crime,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.