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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
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.