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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.