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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Q65,
June of 44,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.