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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.