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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.