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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 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 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.