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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.