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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.