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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
DNA,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.