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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.