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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.