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 Macedonia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.