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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.