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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.