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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.