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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.