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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.