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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.