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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 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 Suburban Knight 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.