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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.