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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.