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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the electroclash 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.