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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.