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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.