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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.