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 Eritrea 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Rekid,
PIL,
Nico,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.