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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Malaria!,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.