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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.