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 Tehran.
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 Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
AZ,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.