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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.