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 Germany 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.