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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.