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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.