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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Index,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.