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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.