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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Cluster 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.