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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.