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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.