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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.