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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.