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 Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.