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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.