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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.