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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.