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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.