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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.