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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Monochrome Set 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.