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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.