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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
MC5,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.