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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.