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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.