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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.