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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.