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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.