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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.