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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.