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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.