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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.