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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.