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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.