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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.