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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.