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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.