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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.