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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.