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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.