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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.