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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.