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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Swans 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.