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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.