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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.