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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.