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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Birthday Party to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Faust,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.