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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.