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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.