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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Slave,
Flipper,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Scion,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.