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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The Names,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.