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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.