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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.