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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.