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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.