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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.