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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.