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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.