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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.