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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.