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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.