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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.