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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Cramps 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.