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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
John Cale,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.