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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.