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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
UT,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Franke,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.