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 Malta and from London.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.