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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Index,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.