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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.