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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Television,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.