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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.