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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.