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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.