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 Sudan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Pagans,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.