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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
June Days,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Can,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.