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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.