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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.