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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.