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 Switzerland 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.