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 Burkina and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.