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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.