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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.