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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.