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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.