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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.