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 Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.