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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Fear to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.