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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip 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 dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Mars,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Franke,
10cc,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.