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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Smog,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Cameo,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.