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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.