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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.