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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.