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 Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.