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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.