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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.