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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.