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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Days. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.