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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.