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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.