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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Skaos to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.