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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
the Association,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.