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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.