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 France and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Visage,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.