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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Fall to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.