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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Nico,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.