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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.