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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.