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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.