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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Q65,
Can,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.