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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.