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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.