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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
X-102,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
AZ,
Faust,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.