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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.