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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s 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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.