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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.