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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Nico,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.