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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.