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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.