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 Kingdom 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.