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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.