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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.