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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.