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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.