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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.