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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.