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 Togo and from Portland.
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 Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Wings,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.