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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.