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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.