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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.