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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.