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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.