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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.