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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Move 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.