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 Nicaragua 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.