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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.