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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.