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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.