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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Martian,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.