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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Smog,
Wire,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.