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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.