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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 808 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.