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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.