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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.