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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Monks,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.