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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.