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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.