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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
New Order,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.