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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.