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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.