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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.