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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.