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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Can,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.