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 Iran and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Remains,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.