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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.