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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.