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 Kiribati 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.