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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding 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?
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
DNA,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.