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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
This Heat,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.