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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.