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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Pole,
Neu!,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.