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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.