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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.