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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.