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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.