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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.