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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.