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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.