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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.