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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Nico,
Can,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.