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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
X-101,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.