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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.