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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.