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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.