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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Wire,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.