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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.