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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.