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 Sweden and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
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.