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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.