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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Mantronix,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.