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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.