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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities 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?
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.