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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.