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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.