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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.