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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.