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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Mojo Men to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.