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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.