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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.