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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Skriet,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Hashim,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.