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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.