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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.