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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.