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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.