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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.