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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.