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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Slave,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.