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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.