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 Latvia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Japan,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.