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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.