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 Cameroon 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.