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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.