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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.