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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.