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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
cv313,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Fear,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.