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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.