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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.