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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.