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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.