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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.