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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.