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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.