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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
UT,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.