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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.