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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.