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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Wings,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.