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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.