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 Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.