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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.