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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.