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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.