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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.