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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.