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 Switzerland 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Youth Brigade 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.