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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.