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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Wire,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.