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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.