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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.