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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.