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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.