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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
The Litter,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Crime,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.