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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.