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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.