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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.