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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.