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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.