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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.