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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Scientists,
X-101,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
UT,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.