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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Can,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.