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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.