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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Sparks,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.