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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.