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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Columbus and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Smog,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.