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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.