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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.