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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.