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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.