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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.