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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.