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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Scientists,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.