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 Belarus 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.