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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
UT,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Television,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.