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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Kayak,
The Residents,
X-101,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.