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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.