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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.