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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Can,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.