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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
the Association,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.