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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 The Dead C to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.