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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.