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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.