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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Crime,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.