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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.