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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.