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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.