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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.