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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.