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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.