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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Erasure,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.