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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Wire,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.