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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Slave,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.