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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.