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 Saudi Arabia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.