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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer 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?
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.