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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
10cc,
Aswad,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.