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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
UT,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.