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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.