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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Wings,
The Standells,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.