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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.