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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.