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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.