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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Wire,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.