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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
CMW,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.