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 Libya 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
The Names,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.