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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.