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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.