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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.