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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Pole,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Can,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.