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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.