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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
DNA,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.