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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.