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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.