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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.