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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.