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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.