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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.