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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.