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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.