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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.