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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.