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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.