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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.