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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
cv313,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.