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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.