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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
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 Gories,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.