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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.