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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Index,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.