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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Qualms,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.