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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
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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.