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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.