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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.