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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Section 25,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.