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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.