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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.