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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.