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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.