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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.