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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.