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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.