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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Brick,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.