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 India and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Evens to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.