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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.