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 Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.