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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.