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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.