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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.