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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.