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 Cuba and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.