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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.