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 Kazakhstan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.