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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.