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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.