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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.