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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.