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 Marshall Islands 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.