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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.