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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.