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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.