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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.