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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.