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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.