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 Belarus and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.