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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.