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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Mars,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.