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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.