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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.