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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.