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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.