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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.