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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.