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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.