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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.