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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.