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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Rakim,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.