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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.