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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.