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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.