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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.