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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Chrome,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.