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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.