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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.