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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sound 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.