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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.