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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.