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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.