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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.