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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.