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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Oneida,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.