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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Brick,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.