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 India and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.