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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
The Move,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
PIL,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Television,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.