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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.