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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.