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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.