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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.