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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.