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 Malaysia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 the Human League to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.