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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.