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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Smog,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.