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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.