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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
the Association,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.