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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
cv313,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.