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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.