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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.