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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.