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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
John Holt,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.