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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
AZ,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.