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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.