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 Chile and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.