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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.