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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.