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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.