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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Make Up,
Slave,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.