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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Wings,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.