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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.