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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
John Cale,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.