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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.