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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.