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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.