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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Deakin,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.