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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.