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 Malawi 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.