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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.