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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.