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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.