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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.