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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Scion,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.