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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.