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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.