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 France and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.