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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.