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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.