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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.