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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.