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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.