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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.