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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.