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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.