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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.