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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
X-102,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.