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 Tanzania 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.