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 United Kingdom 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.