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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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?
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.