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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.