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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.