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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.